SASHA
The room smelled like Williams. Warm. Clean. Masculine. That scent always pulled me in, made me forget everything I was supposed to fight. And tonight? I didn't want to fight anymore.
The door had barely closed behind us when he pushed me against it, his hands gripping my waist, lips crashing into mine like he had waited years to taste me again.
His kiss was wild, yet careful. Like he didn't know whether to devour me or worship me. I moaned softly against his mouth as his hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my shirt.
"I missed you," he whispered, dragging his tongue along my jawline.
My skin crawled under his touch. "Then prove it," I said, breathless.
Our clothes disappeared in a blink. I didn't know who pulled off what. I just knew that within seconds, I
